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Sousou no Frieren E. 28 - Post-credit Scene
#see you in season 2#the journey to Ende continues#葬送のフリーレン#sousou no frieren#frieren#anime#episode 28#post-credit scene
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He is not one of us🎵
He has never been one of us~🎶
Have Amethio without all the lighting and effects too! Just because I'm pretty happy with how the hair turned out and you can't really appreciate it in the final version haha
#Pokemon Anime#Anipoke#Pokeani#Pokemon Horizons#Amethio#pkmnart#Explorers#Hamber#Coral#Sango#Sidian#Onyx#Spinel#Chalce#Agate#Gibeon#my art#// idk why after watching HZ065 that song from Lion King 2 popped up in my head and never left ksdjalk#this took way too long to finish because I kept getting sick but I hope you like it! I'm excited to see Amethio's journey continue :>#also I actually drew full busts for the Explorers here because I didn't know how much of them I was going to show#so I may post them separately at a later time! maybe in a few days#anyway happy end of the year!
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so you won't be alone
#sousou no frieren#frieren at the funeral#frieren: beyond journey's end#frieren fanart#frieren#fern#stark#2024#listened to a lot of pinnochio p last continue while painting this u know how it is#new painting in 2024 ??? no way ????#im glad i didnt forget how to paint while doing merch stuff
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ghost who was chemically castrated by roba and soap who wants to help him to regain his sexual autonomy
nsfw, angst, roba, unnegotiated unsafe but consensual gun play, hopeful ending
💀🧼
ghost walks like it hangs low.
there’s a tilt to his hips and a spread in his thighs and johnny’s never been able to stop staring.
and ghost’s never asked him to.
he knows he’s seen him; he’s not exactly discreet. he swears he’s even seen him cock his hips out before to give him a better view. but he always pulls back just as they toe the line; verbal cold water on the tentative heat they almost can’t help but spark when they’re together.
it’s never a no; johnny’s not so selfish of a cunt that he’d push when he knows he isn’t welcome. it’s always a reluctance; an “i wish i could,” never in so many words. an open ended “but…” as ghost circles the reason without ever actually saying it. johnny knows it’s something personal, something more than a difference in rank could ever excuse.
so he backs off when ghost does, jokes instead of flirts and holds his breath through the agonising wait until ghost lets him in close again. waits to know if he’ll let him close again.
it’s almost anticlimactic, the end of their dance; his delicate steps and looping logic to work out why bulldozed as ghost comes out and says one random night, “i can’t fuck.”
it’s not bitter. it doesn’t grate coming out of his throat; he doesn’t spit it like it’s something to be ashamed, not twisted with insecurity as if it’s an accusation by an ex.
it’s a statement of fact.
“you can’t fuck,” johnny echoes anyway because even if it is the reason, the big why… it still doesn’t really answer anything.
“i can’t get it up,” he elaborates, this horrid blankness in his eyes like he’s reading from a script. “whatever you’re looking for, whatever you want- i can’t give it to you.”
johnny just looks at him, the chill air prickling his skin. “right,” he nods calmly. “because my interest in you starts and ends with your dick.”
that blank calm shatters. “johnny…” he warns.
“do you really think i’m that shallow?” he cuts in, curing himself for the way his voice breaks but he never thought ghost would think so low of him; that this whole time, ghost’s thought that’s the only thing he wants from him. “like i’d take you for a ride ‘n just drop you?”
“there’s a difference between not gettin’ it for one night and never gettin’ it at all,” ghost growls, turning his back on him to lean against the edge of the roof. his shoulders heave and the anger seeps from him in one long breath. “it’s not a hitch, johnny. not a performance issue or ptsd or whatever the fuck you’re thinkin’. it’s permanent. irreversible.”
irreversible.
johnny stops, cold creeping up his limbs and dousing his defensive anger. ghost is many things and when it comes to his words, chief amongst them all is deliberate. he didn’t say it’s unfixable. incurable.
irreversible.
johnny buries his selfish hurt and scuffs his boots, an unobtrusive warning of movement, and comes up beside him; just enough distance between them to catch their breaths. he leans back against the ledge and looks over the opposite side of the roof at the dark sky.
“mexico,” he murmurs. not an accusation. not even really a question but ghost collapses in on himself anyway; sinking into his crossed arms digging into the ledge.
“mexico,” he agrees just as quietly. “‘pparently, roba found it more entertaining to let me keep it but- cut the cords. more demeaning that way; cock’s gone, at least you don’t feel the urge. don’t have to look at the fuckin’ thing hang there when nothin’ fuckin’ works.
“it’s not ‘bout how i see you, johnny,” ghost promises and it’s almost apologetic. “but you like sex. eventually, you’ll want it. and i can’t give it to you. easier to just… not let it get to that point.”
johnny’s jaw flexes. everything in him wants to reject it, wants to protest that something as trivial as an orgasm is more important to him than ghost.
but he also knows words are useless here.
they stand there looking out into the gathering dark, tense silence hanging between them, and the only thing johnny knows is if he isn’t careful, he could lose the one person he cares about most.
💀🧼
ghost’s been uneasy since his abrupt confession.
he knows it was sudden, borderline cruel to dump his shit on johnny with no warning but he just couldn’t take it anymore; couldn’t take the back and forth when he knew it would never go anywhere, couldn’t take johnny’s hope when he knew he’d have to watch it twist into disgust and pity.
into disappointment.
he figures that’s the end of it; there’ll be no more flirting now, no more staring or heated looks, no more teasing him by spreading his knees out just to see the flash of hunger in his eyes. the control he felt playing with johnny knowing it was welcome, just because he could- he’ll never feel that again. not now that johnny knows the truth.
then he steps into his room to find johnny laying naked on his bed.
he’s not spread out like an offering, not throwing him some cheap sultry glance as he plays with himself. he’s not even hard; his cock limp over the cradle of his balls, his legs bent loosely together, arms under his head as if he’s settling down for the night.
ghost sighs and shuts the door behind him. “johnny…”
“i know,” johnny says and it’s gentle; not cutting him off, just getting his attention. “just… hear me out?”
there’s nothing else to say. there’s nothing johnny can say or do to fix his violated body. but ghost still crosses his arms and leans back against the door like he can anyway.
johnny pushes himself up and off the bed, closing the distance between them but still giving him enough space to breathe; to open the door behind him, to escape.
“i can never know what was taken from you,” he starts and ghost’s fingers dig into his arms. “i can never know what it means to you. and i can never get it back.”
he doesn’t break eye contact and slowly lowers himself to his knees. “but i can give you something else.”
“you?” ghost guesses flatly and as much as it warms his blood, as much as he’s imagined having johnny look up at him just like this… it’s still not enough to offset the sickening swoop in his gut when his cock doesn’t so much as twitch.
“i’m a nice bonus,” johnny purrs but his smile remains gentle. “but i’m not the main event.”
he lifts a hand and ghost readies to smack it away when he reaches for his thigh holster instead of his belt. he flicks the closing strap open and pulls his handgun, his favourite, free.
“you told me you can’t fuck,” he murmurs, popping out the clip. he taps it against the side and loads it back in with a practiced hit with the butt of his palm. “but fucking isn’t all there is.”
“johnny, what…” ghost starts just to cut himself off as johnny thumbs off the safety and loads a round into the chamber.
“you trust me?” johnny asks and it’s as loaded as the gun in his hand.
good then, that ghost knows the answer. “always have.”
johnny’s smile blooms with warmth, with pride, and it chases away any reluctance he could possibly feel. he lets him take his hands in his, wrapping them around the gun with his finger on the trigger guard. he brings the barrel up beside his temple, holding it steady before his hands fall away.
until it’s only ghost between him and a bullet.
johnny’s hands go to his belt, his movements slow enough for ghost to stop him long before he reaches his cock, forever hanging limp in his pants. but he just rubs the muzzle along his temple, almost nuzzling him with the gun as he pulls down his jeans and boxers.
he waits for johnny to take him in hand, maybe try and pantomime a handy, and his hips almost recoil at the thought.
but he doesn’t try to touch him.
instead, he takes his wrist and guides the gun to sit in front of his cock; angling it to follow the same slight curve he has then holds his hands behind his back like he’s standing at attention. he splays his knees wide, sinking deeper and ghost sucks in a harsh breath as johnny ducks under the gun; his eyes locked on his as he curls his tongue under the barrel and brings it into his mouth.
it takes every ounce of will he has to not let his hand shake around the gun as johnny gives it the slowest, messiest blowjob he’s ever seen; slowly rising higher on his knees, guiding the gun up with him as if it’s his cock hardening. his cheeks hollow as he sucks, tongue laving up the barrel and flicking out to play with the muzzle like a cockhead, moaning with every bob of his head until saliva drips off the metal and makes a mess of his chin.
ghost’s never felt so powerful as he does watching johnny hang off the end of his gun; watching his cock harden and drool between his legs without a single touch, knowing he could pull the trigger at any time and johnny would not only let him but he’d thank him.
the thought breaks him from his paralysis, drawing the gun from his lips and johnny immediately stills; rolling his wide eyes up like he’s trying to check on him. ghost pushes every ounce of heat into his gaze and cocks the gun to the side, slowly pushing it back in until johnny’s lips meet the trigger guard.
johnny whines as he fucks his mouth, thrusting his hips along with each long drag like the gun is an extension of his body; almost too rough as tears prick his eyes and his lips redden and bruise but he never asks him to stop; his cock leaking a puddle on the floor beneath him.
“you gonna cum for me, johnny?” ghost croons, holding back a groan when just his voice is enough to make him shiver. “gonna cum with my fucking gun down your throat?”
he gives a broken whimper, as close to an agreement as he can make, and ghost crowds in close. he grips the base of his mohawk, wrenching his head back until his throat is flush to the front of his thigh. johnny lets out a choked cry, eyes rolling back and he doesn’t hold back as he brutally fucks his face; feeling the bulge of his gun in his throat against his leg.
“come on, johnny; you wanna be my good little holster?” he growls and makes sure he’s watching as his finger moves from the guard to the trigger. “then take my fucking load.”
he forces the gun as deep as he can and johnny gags, his shaking body locking up as he cums untouched; painting the floor and ghost’s boot, cock twitching and pulsing hard enough to bump against his belly and leave a string of cum threading from it to his cock.
ghost watches him spasm and moan, his throat convulsing around the gun and a heated knot of satisfaction tightens in his gut; so close to the memory of an orgasm, he’s almost dizzy with it.
johnny slumps forward, his hands slipping from behind his back, and ghost quickly flicks the safety back on and drops to his knees. he slides the gun away and pulls johnny forward to collapse into his chest, taking his weight off his knees; his whole body trembling with aftershocks.
“you’re crazy, johnny,” ghost whispers, awed, and feels him smile against his chest.
“aye,” he agrees, voice raspy from his gun scraping up his throat. “how else am i supposed to prove that i mean it?”
ghost tries not to tense up; tries not to let hope sink its cruel roots into his chest. “mean it?”
johnny pulls back, his cheeks still flushed and sticky with spilled tears. “i’m yours, ghost; in any and every way you’ll have me,” he promises. “sex or no sex. this can never happen again and i’ll still never stop wanting you. it doesn’t matter to me as much as you do. you’re everythin’ to me, ghost. not your body; not what you can give me. just you.”
a knot crowds in his throat. “and you needed to deep throat my pistol to prove that?” he deflects.
and just like always, johnny lets him. “worked, didn’t it?” he winks. “you fucked my brains out.”
ghost rolls his eyes to hide the softness he knows is flooding them and helps johnny up and gets him into his shower; cleaning him of the sweat and cum and spit covering his body.
that ghost covered his body in.
his chest hitches at the reminder as he strips himself down to a single layer and all but falls into bed, tugging johnny in after him when he hesitates just slightly at the edge of the bed; splaying his still naked body over him, sated and loose.
“i really do mean it,” johnny whispers into the crook of his neck sometime later; when their breaths have settled and synced.
ghost sweeps his fingers up and down the length of his spine, skin he’s never seen. skin he now knows every inch of. “i know you do,” he whispers back.
and for once, he thinks it might be enough.
#hello i am once again thinking about erectile dysfunction#as i am wont to do#and how such a major loss of identity and control can seriously mess you up#thats very much the theme of this one#as much as its obviously about gunplay and how hot that is its also about regaining that control over yourself#ghost was imasculated and violated#its not really about sex and soap knows that; its about retaking what was stolen from him#the power that ghost feels is hugely important to his journey to healing#and they almost definitely arent going about it the best way but hey if it works it works#also just a little thing#but both of them nonverbally setting the boundary of soaps hands being behind his back meaning the scene is going actually makes me melt#the second soaps hands come forward not only do they both take it as the end of the scene but ghost takes it as soap not being present#enough to continue#hes slipped deep enough into subspace or hes exhausted enough that he cant hold position which means the scene is over#i love them so goddamn much#anyway i have a lot of issues with control being taken for me and why else does ghost exist if not for me to project my issues onto him!#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#soap cod#john soap mactavish#cod mw2#cod fic
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here, wait—take this!
(a mulletwing <3)
#dick grayson#my knightfall journey continues and HES FINALLY HERE!!#mulletwing!!#*loud cheering*#sart#dc#i unironically love his design#after azbats??#he was a warmup doodle i ended up really liking idk its late
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played dragon age 2...just simple scribbles
#dragon age tag#i doubt that will see much use again..but who knows. vvv rambling below#weird game..the characters dialogue stuff and ending were good tho :')#i've played some of the first game but it kept crashing. i knew already despite knowing nothing that this guy was going to be my type#it doesnt feel right making video game art any more bc games like this end up feeling really personal - an experience that happened to me#if i design the main character a bit and fall in love then..that happened to me..i can't make Fan Art of that..only ive been through that..#like i cant make fanart of my dear companions in bg3 despite it having been a huge part of my heart in the last year#almost 1000 hours of playtime in something i can barely talk about bc it means too much.... lol#tons of ideas and conversations and extra thoughts and scenes and emotions about all the incredible times i've been through in bg3#and the maelstrom just rotates around intensely in my own heart forever...but that's ok too...that is so precious to me#but fortunately i already knew people that have played this game and talked/drew abt it recently so it was saved from that for me#sharing scribbly fanart on my Blog is a way to capture the feeling just after experiencing something so it has good points#witch hat atelier escapes that by not being a GAME. games are so immersive. but my wha art & feelings are incredibly immersive too#which makes it difficult sometimes now. i live a complicated and emotional life <3 i am not suited to fandom <3#my character ended up looking so much like oru without me realising that's what i was doing. Kind bearded fireball throwing gay mage. Hmm.#falling for a sad white hair memory trauma fellow that keeps you at a tragic distance. Hmmmmmm.#i see also how very much bg3 is inspired by stuff like dragon age now lol so i'm glad i experienced it. I WANT MY KIRKWALL LIFE BACK...#so dated though as well and unpleasant at times (the city and the dismal atmosphere was depressing.) i hate violence/horror..#bg3 is SOOOO very dismal but it feels like I am killing people and going through horrors because i have to survive i have to be free#Well anyway. ahh it's so refreshing to fall in love. my gay journey continues...
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26th!! 🏴☠️☀️
Belated ONE PIECE day!! 🎉
#It’s been over 10 years since I started this journey so I can’t help but be emotional whenever we hit another anniversary 🥺#We’re nearing the end and I honestly can't wait to see how Luffy's adventure will end!!#I will continue to love & support this work for how long it takes! ❤️#One piece#one piece day#one piece 26th anniversary#straw hat pirates#straw hat crew#mugiwarapirates#mugiwara no ichimi#mugiwara crew#one piece fan art#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#Nami#nami#ussop#vinsmoke sanji#tony tony chopper#nico robin#franky#brook#jimbei#mugiwara kaizoku#one piece strawhats#gear 5th#gear 5 luffy#my art
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An important thing about Vox in Forgotten Radio AU is that Vox has agency.
He chose to forget Alastor. And chose to ensure he'll stay forgetten and never get close to him again by erasing any of his short-term memories about Alastor.
In an ironic twist of most Amnesia Scenarios, the one with Amnesia is the one who's in control. Whilst Alastor has no control over Vox even in this state as he can never make an impact on him that'll stick with enough time because he doesn't have time.
It's impossible for Alastor to become anything more than a fleeting thought to be forgotten the next day for Vox.
And it's frustrating that he can't do anything to control this. To fix this. To mend this.
It was like being stuck in a deadend with no possible way to escape.
However, Vox does slowly slip.
Ever so slowly, he starts to remember more about Alastor beyond the context clues he can collect about Alastor before he eventually forgets him yet again.
The fact that he was a part of the hotel.
The fact that he was the Radio Demon.
The fact that—
Well.... That part eludes him.
But it's certainly strange that Vox started to seem like he was remembering him bit by bit.
Alastor tried not to hope much.
But how he dearly missed the old Vox.
How he dearly missed not feeling this strange ache in his chest whenever he sees Vox forget him yet again instead of feeling the exhilaration his attention gives him.
He could only wish that he can take that back.
#may asher rambles#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel alastor#radiostatic#voxal#silentstatic#Forgotten Radio AU#They do get a happy ending because I'm a sap#But the journey to go there is a very painful one for the both of them#Not to mention how fucked up the timeline would be if Sir Pentious doesn't join the hazbin hotel in this timeline#since he's supposed to be the first redeemed#ie the exterminations may continue if Angel Dust doesn't get redeemed even if the hotel crew kills Adam
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firm believer than if alex didn’t take the skull, he went back for nigel’s body at some point.
for what reason, i do not know. he just did.
#put it away for safekeeping or something idk#i really really wish they could’ve been buried together it would’ve been perfect#something about the knave being buried with his spade in the way that an old warrior is honorably laid to rest with his weapon#after years of venturing and continuing their cause. something about him reuniting with him in death but both spiritually and physically#ending the journey where it all started. side by side with nigel#god i fucking love gothic romance#like minds#nigel colbie#murderous intent#like minds 2006#alex forbes#alex forbes x nigel colbie
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My mental health dipped significantly last night. Time to look at VAT7K content to generate serotonin and get me though my maladaptive daydreaming and dissociation.
People please send me your wildest headcanons, hot takes, or just tell me your favorite Tangled or VAT7K character and why.
#vat7k#*holds out hand like a beggar*#Please kind traveler would you give this poor woman your hot takes?#tangled the series#ill also take some fic recommendations#varian#hugo rottewange#varigo#maybe i should offer my own headcanons hot takes and fav character#headcanon: Hugo cuts Varian's hair once they become friends and continues to be his personal barber after their journey's end.#at some point in their trip Varian's hair just gets too long and in his way and Hugo catches him about to chop it off but stops him#Hugo offers to trim it and Varian isnt sure because hes not the biggest fan of Hugos undercut but allows it#Hot take: despite being the youngest in the group Yong is the most self actualized.#sure he accidentally causes explosions but hes true to himself and accepts his shortcommings without letting them hold him back#Favorite character: Hugo Rottewange#he's the moment he's an icon#but best of all he's a little shit#what can i say? i like blond bad boys that are just dealing with the trauma of being raised by adults using then for their own gain#and end up having their on realization of what friendship is how their importance is not tied to their usefulness#and fall in love with a dark haired character that teaches them to be more honest with themselves#*puts Hugo and Hunter from TOH away in my box of favorite characters*
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Behind the Scenes - The Stolen Earth/Journey’s End (Part 23)
Excerpts from the November 2008 Telegraph Magazine article:
There is something undeniably curious about listening to someone speak of their lifelong admiration for an alien. Along with Tennant’s desire to act, his love for the show is something else that never seems to have faltered. What is it about the Doctor, I wonder, that has instilled such commitment, for want of a better word.
“I saw it as futuristic and scientific and at the same time all a bit hand-knitted,” Tennant says. “Something about that appealed. It always felt he only needed a ball of string to save everything. And, of course, this great character, who just burns through the middle with enthusiasm and glee and you can absolutely trust him and yet you can never quite predict what he’s going to do.”
Catherine Tate thinks part of Tennant’s success with the role is due to his being "such a fan of the show - his knowledge is really surprising. Because he does remember all these things, and he would really revel when we’d get a script where, say, the Sontarans were back, or there was some alien who was last seen in 1972. I think there’s never a moment when he’s not relishing it, and even now nearly four years down the line he relishes it, and attacks it and never tires of it, and so that makes everybody raise their game.”
Link to [ part one ] of the Stolen Earth/Journey’s End Behind-the-scenes posts or click the #whoBtsStolen tag, or the full episode list [ here ]
#david tennant#catherine tate#doctor who#rtdedit#the stolen earth#journey's end#I love fanboy dt#can't wait to see him back in a few short months#continuing to relish it#stuff i posted#whoBts#whoBtsStolen
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No official announcement yet but the message at the end of the post-credit scene most likely means that there are plans for a second season.
For those who haven't read the manga, I highly recommend reading it. There are currently 127 chapters released (more than enough material for a second season). Season 1 adapted the manga through chapter 60.
I really hope they keep the same animation team and don't rush the production because Season 1 was a masterpiece.
#the journey to ende continues#葬送のフリーレン#sousou no frieren#frieren#anime#episode 28#post-credit scene
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okay last thing and i know this is easier said than done and i think it's less of final end point and more of a continuous journey but once you let go of your shame and embarrassment over the things that make you happy, you'll have a lot more fun
#on this journey right now#and i think it's going okay#as a chronically insecure person with terrible self worth LMAO i am always defaulting to: oh but people see this and it's embarrassing#but i'm learning to ask myself why i think that and where the shame comes from#maybe someone does see me fall flat on my face but i'm a human being and human beings do that#it's okay#i've done it before and i'll do it again and life will continue#generally accepted that into my every day life and working to incorporate that into writing#i have so much to say about this topic but i think at the end of the day#i will remember the fun i have sharing the things i love#more than i will remember how awkward i felt for a little while#it's okay to be embarrassed that's natural#but dont let it stop you from doing the little things that make you happy#think of your child self etc etc etc#okay goodnight love you byeeeeee#✿ shut up willow
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Frieren and Conan collab! for 2023 giveaway event in Shogakukan magazine
Both among my favorite series!! 💙✨🤍
#detective conan#frieren at the funeral#frieren beyond journey's end#sousou no frieren#edogawa conan#kudo shinichi#kanehito yamada#gosho aoyama#now I'm impatiently waiting for Frieren continuation#you see how these two love lives are kinda sad? lol
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obligatory rock murder mention
#i think someone said earlier that they had kind of a lot of mind control stories 'back in those days'#dont remember where#but now im trying to think if we have a lot of them in new who#and if theres something to that in terms of like societal preoccupations#but i guess im just gonna have to...........continue my classic who watch for that and make notes#what do we have in new who? satan comes to mind#midnight but i feel like thats..........a very particular kind it's not like the hypnosis thing you see here#or with the master#or i think sarah jane in the hand of fear?#maybe its JUST because they had the master around who kept hypnotising people tbh like that seems possible#the unquiet dead but thats ghosts more than mind control#i feel like we've got more bodies being taken over than minds in new who?#like the gas mask thing. midnight like i said. 42 with martha and 10?#love and monsters. idiots lantern. the vashta nerada. that guy who got turned into an ood. the masters thing in end of time#11 and the flesh. the god complex perhaps could be mind control? but feels different to me too#but i also havent watched really a lot of classic who so i dont know the vibe of their supposedly frequent mind control#town called mercy. asylum of the daleks. crimson horror. journey to the centre of the tardis? cybermen#it all feels more about the hijacking of the body than the mind or will or whatever#would be intersting to actually look into#if i continue my classic who watch#biggest mind control in new who might have been those mummy monks in pyramid/lie of the land?
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I am so tired
Every part of my entire being feels so exhausted, explicitly tired...
I wanted to sleep but found myself unable to. I never knew why I couldn't. The only thing I know is that I'm tired but could not sleep.
That's it.
#I want to end my story#My journey#I would like to be ripped apart#Tear my pages away as you'd like#Burn (me) it if you will#weirdcore#backrooms#liminal reality#liminal#dereality#I no longer have the will to continue my journey my life I want to be gone from existence from reality#Rant#I am not certain if the odd one out Series will continue#I would like to be vanish from reality please#Eye#Don't#W#A#N#T#2#Live#Any#More
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